I’m currently working on the second draft of Essentials, my novel from the last NaNoWriMo. That doesn’t leave much time for writing anything else. Still new novel ideas keep springing to mind. Last week, I posted the beginning of Darkness, the story of a woman set on revenge. I enjoyed transforming my thought into words and decided to do a series of story ideas. When Essentials is done, I’ll hopefully have a lot of ideas to choose from. Here’s the second glimmer of an idea.
“Isn’t it perfect?”
It wasn’t. Jen noted the brick-paved street, shaded by mature maple trees and backed by stately old homes.
“Beautiful, Stuart, but it’s . . . “
“It’s not as if it were a fixer-upper. It’s been superbly restored. We have to make an offer now or we’ll lose it.”
“That’s right folks. I showed it to another couple earlier today and two are scheduled for tomorrow. Homes on this street don’t last long.”
“George knows about these things, Jen. We need to make an offer now. I want this home.”
“Then buy it. Hope you are happy living in it. Alone.”
She turned and started down the sidewalk, wondering how far she could get in 3-inch heels. Before she reached the corner, Stuart pulled up beside her and rolled down the window.
“Please get in, Jennifer.”
The idea had merit. It beat blistered feet.
Get married in three months, when they couldn’t agree on a home? Jen wanted to build a new home, just as his parents had done. He wanted an old home. Old was her childhood nightmare. Old was a leaking roof, crumbling plaster and parents without the money or skills to fix them. Old was tiny closets and after-the-fact bathrooms that would never fit comfortably into the original layout.
Stuart stopped in front of her apartment building.
“I don’t want a home without you, Jen. We’ll find something that pleases both of us.”
She entered her apartment, kicked off her shoes and fixed a cold drink. Stuart was right. There must be a home somewhere, although she could not fathom where or what it might be. Sitting at her desk, she started another real estate search, mentally praying for the impossible. As if the computer had heard her prayers, a popup appeared on the screen.
Want a home for life? Yearning for the elegance of the past blended with every modern convenience? Visit our exclusive community nestled in the foothills of Perpetual Mountain.
Jen clicked the link. The town was only three years old, yet the exterior of the regal homes resembled those built a century earlier. Interiors melded all the charms of an old home with spacious master suites, walk-in closets and state-of-the-art kitchens. Where was the phone number? She scrolled to the bottom of the page.
Our founders are committed to providing a lifestyle that features the best of old and new.
If you’re ready to join the Committed community, call 1-800-226-6648.
Jen grabbed the phone. Soon she and Stuart were viewing the pictures together.
“This is perfect, Jennifer. Look at the parks and the school. I can picture our children there. When we have them, that is.”
Jen recognized his look.
“First things, first.”
She handed him the phone. Soon they had an appointment with Committed’s agent for the following afternoon. Jen smiled and slowly slid her hands up his chest.
“What were we doing next?”
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